POEMS

2016

Satan’s in the sole of my left shoeWe are having a cofetti conversation nowThe words from your lips are bursting in colors of blue, yellow and redFloating pieces that never hit the ground

Zenu is my motherHer ship will be here any minuteTo drop off money just in time for the birth of my baby JesusThe CIA is onto me, they hear and see everything I do and sayAre you listening?WE ARE NOT. CONNECTED,WE ARE NOT. CONNECTED

There is a funeral every evening at the head of my bed…But no one cares to bring flowers to diffuse the stench of blood that seeps out of both my ears.And I’m born every morning at the foot of my bed….But no one bothers to bring me a blankets for my wet, cold, sopping body.

So how many times do I have to tell you doctor before you put me out?Satan is in the sole of my left shoeSo please, take me out…Take me out.And off.This hell road that goes on into infinityThis hell is desolate, deserted and noisyThis veil between here and thereHas already thinned.When will someone fly me through the rosy scented moon doorOn a blanket made of orange stars and black skies with my little baby Jesus?It will happen you see because we are all connected.

WE ARE NOT. CONNECTED,WE ARE NOT. CONNECTED

“Oh, Silent NightOh, Holy NightNot all is calmNot all is brightRound yon virginMother and childHoly infant so tender and mildSleep in heavenly peace"And don’t feel as though you have smile

​Merry Christmas.

SEPTEMBER 2016

How fragrant Death is...The leaves, The brush Dying and DecomposingUnderOur feet

Why, we watchThe last breathBurst into Many shadesOf the color wheel?​A pretty party ofLeaves falling Like raindropsSpinning and Twisting Changing directionTo and froThe insidesOf living things thatOnce were Agonally gasping,GraspingHow fragrant Fall is... The leaves, The brush Dying and Decomposing Under Our feet

There are SomeWho joke aboutEverything,Everything They joke aboutI promise YouThat You willNotFall apart ifYou become Serious For just a momentAndIf my promise Breaks,I will make A joke....Just kidding.

From 2015 Self-Portrait Series- "IN SEARCH OF YOU"

AUGUST 2016

When you get leftIn the darkMake your own Damn light.When you are Shown thatThey do notCareYou betterJust Believe them.hertodfgwn thThey do noCaYou betteJusths

Photograph by Jason M. Daggett

2015

MARCH 2015

﻿THIS AGAIN﻿

Waking up, this againI am still hereStrangers, knowing them a second beforeSame shit, different packageWarrior PoseDarkness of GodCan't see the sun, know it is still thereMuses come to be while I am movingBy the time I have a pen, it vanishesHoping they will come visit me again when I am still

FEBRUARY 2015

"Blue" (artwork) by Ryan Myers

CLOWN UKNOWN

Hair strands between her finger tips Dangling and pulling apart to the division she sips Red stained glass to the joke and the uncertainty of self Rainbow color for every lover Crowd pleaser Separate, splitting into two Peering sideways Pulling further Red lipped, paled skinned and masked To and fro the crowd Then alone, she closes the door Undone she come Between her finger tips twisting of her demise of the pleaser to the deceaser

JANUARY 2015

MY MISSING MARY

Holy Moly, Art is my Blood VeinIf it was not to share or to sellSimply my soul unsaleableI did leave it four weeks agoAnd found Her once moreCutting shapes out of PaperWashing colors and layersTo the place I happened to leaveJust to know she was there all alongArt, My Missing Mary

IN THE DARKNESS

When you go into space, deep & distant spaceIt is completely darkThen, eventually your eyes adjust and you can begin to seeThe sparkles for the first time and not the lastWhite lights you are creating with love of being and love of touch

2014

DECEMBER 2014

"Neath' the Cover Wing" (artwork) By Ryan Myers

COVERS

He is perched upon your shoulder Awake, O Sleeper You are sound in sleep In your nested scratchy crown Nestled all around Among the dreaming town Safe and secure in your cloud Protected beneath the covers of His wing Are you still Asleep? The owl clinging tightly around Your shoulder rest The rest is in the Dwelling Place Prepared and set beside your Sleepy Head In the wait Of a sleeping day, you will awake to the beat The beating of the drum like the knocking on a door In the wake or in sleep, the Kingdom has Come To the place Where the wise One keeps....

DAYDREAM UNDERGROUND, DREAMING DREAMER

Titled, "For The Day Dream Underground & The Dreaming Dreamer"

But honestly I remind youTo please, do not lose sight of your dreamsThe ones you once hadFind themDream againFrom your sleep to your waking days, DreamAwaken them once, twice moreDo not forget....To dreamRemember? Dreaming.Keep themGrasp onto them earnestlyDo not let them dwindle downDream No matter how absurd and troubling reality is sometimes! Dream.

PLAYGROUND RULES & PHYSICS

Tables turn, moving round and aroundSeesaw goes up while the other one is down, just so you can push your friend back up againTo take the turnThe Swing goes Backward to move Forward Then Back & ForthYou go up the Slide just to drop back down, againYour hands in the air while waiting for your feet to touch the ground You grow up to look back on what childhood was forMaybe... To learn about Playground Rules & Physics

JULY 2014

BLUE FLAME

I want FireI want FireBut all I feel is BlueBlue is all I knew for so longSadness is so familiarBut I want my FireTo Burn my TearsBurn my Fears into OblivionInto OblivionVanquishThe Old for the New...to GrowRed, Orange FireThe Center of the Flame is BlueWhere it startsThe Center of the Flame Is Blue

MAY 2014

I AM THE ROOSTER I am the Rooster Be intrigued You may be just like me You will be crowing at the break dawn at the highest point top Don’t you dare hold back Cockadoodledoo! Light is up Night is down I will dance gallantly Night Fear was your greatest deceiver But you see You are true My aim is true Fellow flights I’m calling out The sun is rising Rise Shine The night was, and is not now Who ever told you weren't free? Trust yourself So that you may serve Mend those broken wings Feathered friends of the flock I am the Rooster I am a messenger With messages of loveArt Honesty Courage Vigilance Watchfulness Fanning out with brilliance Don’t hold back Let me strut Hear my hearty cry Hello Day We have victory over the night This is a battle cry!

AUGUST 2013

DWELLING PLACESThat language that lovers speakIt's broken English, I have been longing to seek.....So Darling, speak it to me or if you're afraid please speak it with meI know you're ready so It is time we finally meet the sames groundsWhere fragrant petals rest at our feetMeet me there

JUNE 2013

BELONGINGS I. BAD MATH We spend a lot of time trying to figure… We spend a lot time trying to figure out where we belong in the worldAnd then we spend more time trying to figure out where we belong in the world, then we are spending our entire Life running away from ourselves because that is our only refuge II. PALETTE PINCHER Some people are paint by numbers...others you can’t even figure out the hue or placement I guess we can start by painting a mark to give us some sense of our own belonging Sometimes we want so badly to label, name, and box it up in it's proper place for a sense of control

A true sense of a false security Holding onto what doesn't even belong to usWe can only discern our decisions, that is....(our will)

MAY 2013

PERSISTENCE OF A REDROOM SERIES

I. Still a Hollowed Home from Before Like an ugly child in a dunce cap in a small corner of the room Wondering if she could be unchained from the hovering house of stained red bones where she wish she did not live I regress…

II. Childhood in Sometime Now and Then The electricity went out, so we wrote in candle light like we were from some foreign and deprived time Ghosts even scurried and stirred about when the old man was out Though we all couldn’t sleep because of the shouts, I dreamt and wept alone among the stars that shown day and night The kind man in the moon knew all and I knew he will always be in my sight I still twist and turn in my sheet beckoning for a place and time where I felt free from myself, from him, and them. I regress…

III. She’s Not Home Between time and space she feels deceased From pills and chains that can’t keep her still She shutters and shakes inside like a treacherous earthquake Her home and house is nothing but empty spaces of empty times Kept her numb to the touch, she finally raises her eyes To face the hidden place where darkness and dread resides Gripping to all that is, that was, that has held to itself, and this place together I regress…

IV. In the Basement The little red eyed mouse chews away at the chords The television screen fuzzes and buzzes like a swirling twirling hornets’ nest Never suddenly but always forever she was electrified by the curse of sensitivity and scaly skin So she wrapped herself tightly in canvas sheets And rode in a wagon of peppermint wheels of not so sweet Sticky now from turned fruits with unfriendly faces In the warn out spaces and hidden places in her heart she sang under the muffled layers; “Just as I am. Thy love unknown has broken every barrier down. Now to be Thine, Thine alone, O Lamb of God…”

I regress...

EARLY WINTER 2013

When I see....Five birds, I think of my siblings and meFour birds, I think of just themThree birds, I think everyone knows that oneTwo birds, I think of you and me One bird, I think that's just for me to know and for you to find out